Used to Be

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Alice used to be a quiet child. In the 1920's, life was simple for her. A simple childhood with a rich family for a small town school. She was strangely lonely. At home she was bright, but with people around, especially in school, she planned the death for everyone of them. No one knew the psychotic plots she conjured in her mind. One family felt an unholy presence around her, as if the devil was her companion. The day her house set fire because of a mentally ill stranger, she screamed the words of sin aloud. Her family perished with a terrified look. As of today, the new little town has turned into a city and she haunts the streets. You would think people would run, but with her roaming around, there's nowhere to hide.

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2. Jesi

  *Jesi's P.O.V (Point of View)*

  I sighed as I saw the old facades drown around the street.  I could see the old red paint on each of them tearing apart, falling. I never wanted to move to this stupid old city. There are even stories of a small, devil child here. Freaky. I didn't know what our house was like or where it was because my overly joyful parents decided to make it a freaking "surprise". The only surprise to me was that the insurance building actually looked pretty modern. The rest of this dead end town was ghastly. Nate was screaming and kicking, making me want to strangle him so badly  that he turn black and blue like the colors of my clothes.

  "Shut up, Nate. God your annoying as he-"

"Jesi Westry, language, young woman!", my mom screeched at me.

  I mumbled under my breath and got a deathly glare from her. Thankfully Nate shut his loud potty mouth. I rolled my eyes and cranked the music from my phone up high with my grey headphones on. The world could just stop around me and I'd be just fine.

(Fifteen Minutes Later)

"We are here, boo boos!"

  I flicked my eyes open and sighed in exasperation. Boo boos? Does she not know I'm fourteen, not six like my irritating little brother?

  I opened the car door and hopped out with my suitcase. I was about to smile until I saw the horrific building planted in front of me. It looked like it's been vacant for decades. I shuddered as the hair along my spine pricked up. I didn't enjoy the supposedly "welcomingly" feeling of this eerie shelter. As long as I live, I'm good. Right?

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